But there was nothing Jojo could do to make up for all that he’d done. As he stepped out of the bathroom, the first thing he saw was a metal chair coming at his face. The seat collided with his forehead and he crumpled to the ground.
“How’s it going, Uncle Jojo?” Jimmy Bozo said, leaning over Jojo with the chair propped on his shoulder. Bullets flew over his head and shoulders, but the kid seemed to have no worries of getting hit.
Then he smacked his uncle again.
“Jimmy, you got to understand…”
His nephew kicked him in the teeth. “Understand what? That you sold me out because you were afraid of Le Mystère? What kind of coward are you?”
Jojo tried to guard his face as the chair hit him again. “I was worried about my daughter.”
“Well, you had nothing to worry about,” Jimmy said. “We’re Bozos. We made short work of those bastards, even when they got the jump on us.”
Jojo looked around the room. The French clowns were fleeing. Bingo Ballbreaker picked Daddy Longlegs off the ground and snapped his neck, then threw his limp body at the fleeing Frenchmen. It was over. In the end, the Bozos wiped the floor with them.
A high-heeled shoe stabbed Jojo in the cheek. He cried out and looked up to see Pepper standing over him, kicking him with her heel.
“You tried to have me killed, you bastard?” Pepper cried, shoving her heel in his crotch. “You actually tried to have me killed? Just because I loved you so much!”
Pepper and Jimmy took turns beating the crap out of Uncle Jojo. Once Gianna saw what was happening, she came over and helped them out, calling him a fat bastard with every swing of her foot. And then, after it was assured that Pinky would be okay, Taffy joined in. She was so pissed that her wedding was ruined that she took out her aggression on her father, punching, kicking, and screaming at him in her blood-soaked wedding dress.
And as she kicked her father, all the bride could say was, “I was supposed to be a princess! I was supposed to be a princess!”
As he was being beaten, Jojo stared at his reflection in a pool of his own blood, but his reflection just shrugged and said, “Don’t look at me. If I could, I’d be with them beating the crap out of you myself.”
Then Jojo felt his heart giving out again. He pulled out the brass key and put it into the hole in his chest. But as he turned, the key snapped in half. The old rusty piece of crap had finally given out.
He looked at the broken piece of key and said, “Cheap piece of shit…”
Then he curled in a ball and let his loved ones beat him half to death.